At Queen Square

At Queen Square

Here people sit

waiting for hard news
replaying bad news
processing

There must be people who pass through on business

ignoring the Square and its weight of emotion
pressing on leaves and squirrels
and pigeons

They come to smoke and gossip –

do they feel the Square’s freight of feeling?

Here people wade through leaves,

pigeons, hearts,
tears
...   waiting

Or is it only me

projecting my fears onto
an innocent Square?

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